Two
silhouettes where in front of me, I didn’t want them there, for they where the
wall holding me back from my desires.
Shining beams of light highlighted the room behind them in a wintery
crispness. The light bounce of the
gleaming silver handle, hitting my face and embellishing it in warm light. The
things in front of me wouldn’t let me have my desires, and therefore they where
my enemies
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